I have here an actual personal dream I just finished this morning...about an hour ago.
This dream is significant because it evolved over two nights.
On Friday night, when I went to bed, I dreamt I was in a Singapore style apartment building. This is usually tastefully exposed red brick, with the borders and actual load-bearing structures in smooth steel-reinforced concrete painted white or a sort of soft yellow. My scenario seemed to occur on the 8th and 9th floors of this building.
I can't remember how I got there, but once I did, I picked up a shadow. By shadow, I mean a person constantly tailing me and never letting me go far. The person was a boy I used to know on my school bus so many years ago. A Joshua Greedy. I remember his name. He was an obnoxious, selfish shithead, who was a redneck brought up in an upper-class world. But hey, that's beside the point.
I was inside an apartment that looked more like a deceptively vast industrial dump site....a hangar or building to forget dust in. Everything was under a layer of gray that somehow never smudged onto oneself. Walls were broken and some slanted wildly between the two floors. It was a labyrinth that fooled you into thinking you were getting out, and then you appeared back at a spot you had been before. I took all sorts of random paths, trying to be as different as possible each time. There were even internal elevators....but they only went to the 8th and 9th floor. But still I used them to try and vary my path as much as possible. I would still end up where I began or somewhere along it. Always Joshua was behind me. Not there to catch me, but more to make sure I despaired and remained lost. I remember trying to lose Joshua several times because I felt a creeping fear of him. Then all I'd know of him was the slap of footsteps against a cold floor and his near-incoherent shouts to "stop!" and"slow down!"....as if it terrified HIM if I managed to leave HIM behind.
The despair got to me that first night, I left the dream, Joshua's cries echoing, and it was a bleary-eyed Saturday morning.
Then last night....I went to bed, and in the early hours before rising, I was back in that dream. This time some things were different. Now, Joshua had changed. Joshua had very similar hair to my cousin Sadiq. They both have this dark curly hair, but the curls stick very close to the skull. So it's curly without being a fro, and there are less of them, more hair concentrated in individual curls. So now he was sort of two people at the same time. Sometimes it was a complete conversion. Othertimes it was like a bad movie effect where you ended up with what looked like one person was reflected on clear glass just infront of the other. A transparent quality to both of them.
Something had subtley changed too. I was more determined to get out, and now I didn't care what happened to the ghost that chased me. It was almost as if, as if it was actively ME that allowed the ghost to dog me so. Like a memory I couldn't drop or a mistake I couldn't forgive myself for. Then I went through a crack in the 8th floor wall between two apartments and saw two elevators I hadn't seen before. I took one. and in it was a full list of floor buttons with the 9th floor being the top. I could hear Joshua-Sadiq through the floor directly above me, distant sounding thumps on the dusty concrete. He had no idea what I had found and had taken up the practice of simply following rather than catching up all the time. So I was way ahead of him.
I looked above and saw a bizarre thing. The top of the elevator was bare metal skeleton. I could see up to the connection between lift and cable. But the cable was not connected by a nut or bolt. It was connected by two ordinary elastic shoestrings. Overcome by curiousity instead of running away directly, I pressed for the 7th floor rather than the ground floor. I dropped quickly and amazingly fell through a floor opening and I was suspended underneath the 8th floor with open space all around me except the load-bearing pillars and a balcony walkway stretched all the way around the outside of the space where apartments would have been. The darkness had concealed the fact that I was in a basket carriage rather than a fully walled elevator. Only the 'front door' area with the button panel actually was fully paneled. Behind me I could have stepped between the bars through a convenient opening and through an opening on the inside of the floating balcony.
However I didn't because at this point the shoestrings were stretching dangerously close to snapping point. I was oscillating wildly up and down. I got a little scared and pressed for the first floor quickly. On the way down I could hear Joshua-Sadiq suddenly realise something was wrong. He started crying out my name. Then above me the first of the two shoestrings burst it's outer black fabric and I could see one of the inner white elastic bands had snapped. Then a tear began in the other one. I reached my arms up and gripped tightly over the tears. Somehow this did the trick. Before even reaching the ground fully I instinctively let go of the shoestrings and fell through a trapdoor in the floor of the elevator carriage and hit the ground running. Way up high Joshua-Sadiq figured out what I had done and now sounded exasperated....like when you run further ahead of a little brother or sister and they cry because they get left behind. That's what he sounded like. it tugged at me and i kept going....and with a sense of victory and confusion both, I stepped out of the dream into a bleary-eyed Sunday just in time for my laundry booking.
Anybody care to analyse that?
This dream is significant because it evolved over two nights.
On Friday night, when I went to bed, I dreamt I was in a Singapore style apartment building. This is usually tastefully exposed red brick, with the borders and actual load-bearing structures in smooth steel-reinforced concrete painted white or a sort of soft yellow. My scenario seemed to occur on the 8th and 9th floors of this building.
I can't remember how I got there, but once I did, I picked up a shadow. By shadow, I mean a person constantly tailing me and never letting me go far. The person was a boy I used to know on my school bus so many years ago. A Joshua Greedy. I remember his name. He was an obnoxious, selfish shithead, who was a redneck brought up in an upper-class world. But hey, that's beside the point.
I was inside an apartment that looked more like a deceptively vast industrial dump site....a hangar or building to forget dust in. Everything was under a layer of gray that somehow never smudged onto oneself. Walls were broken and some slanted wildly between the two floors. It was a labyrinth that fooled you into thinking you were getting out, and then you appeared back at a spot you had been before. I took all sorts of random paths, trying to be as different as possible each time. There were even internal elevators....but they only went to the 8th and 9th floor. But still I used them to try and vary my path as much as possible. I would still end up where I began or somewhere along it. Always Joshua was behind me. Not there to catch me, but more to make sure I despaired and remained lost. I remember trying to lose Joshua several times because I felt a creeping fear of him. Then all I'd know of him was the slap of footsteps against a cold floor and his near-incoherent shouts to "stop!" and"slow down!"....as if it terrified HIM if I managed to leave HIM behind.
The despair got to me that first night, I left the dream, Joshua's cries echoing, and it was a bleary-eyed Saturday morning.
Then last night....I went to bed, and in the early hours before rising, I was back in that dream. This time some things were different. Now, Joshua had changed. Joshua had very similar hair to my cousin Sadiq. They both have this dark curly hair, but the curls stick very close to the skull. So it's curly without being a fro, and there are less of them, more hair concentrated in individual curls. So now he was sort of two people at the same time. Sometimes it was a complete conversion. Othertimes it was like a bad movie effect where you ended up with what looked like one person was reflected on clear glass just infront of the other. A transparent quality to both of them.
Something had subtley changed too. I was more determined to get out, and now I didn't care what happened to the ghost that chased me. It was almost as if, as if it was actively ME that allowed the ghost to dog me so. Like a memory I couldn't drop or a mistake I couldn't forgive myself for. Then I went through a crack in the 8th floor wall between two apartments and saw two elevators I hadn't seen before. I took one. and in it was a full list of floor buttons with the 9th floor being the top. I could hear Joshua-Sadiq through the floor directly above me, distant sounding thumps on the dusty concrete. He had no idea what I had found and had taken up the practice of simply following rather than catching up all the time. So I was way ahead of him.
I looked above and saw a bizarre thing. The top of the elevator was bare metal skeleton. I could see up to the connection between lift and cable. But the cable was not connected by a nut or bolt. It was connected by two ordinary elastic shoestrings. Overcome by curiousity instead of running away directly, I pressed for the 7th floor rather than the ground floor. I dropped quickly and amazingly fell through a floor opening and I was suspended underneath the 8th floor with open space all around me except the load-bearing pillars and a balcony walkway stretched all the way around the outside of the space where apartments would have been. The darkness had concealed the fact that I was in a basket carriage rather than a fully walled elevator. Only the 'front door' area with the button panel actually was fully paneled. Behind me I could have stepped between the bars through a convenient opening and through an opening on the inside of the floating balcony.
However I didn't because at this point the shoestrings were stretching dangerously close to snapping point. I was oscillating wildly up and down. I got a little scared and pressed for the first floor quickly. On the way down I could hear Joshua-Sadiq suddenly realise something was wrong. He started crying out my name. Then above me the first of the two shoestrings burst it's outer black fabric and I could see one of the inner white elastic bands had snapped. Then a tear began in the other one. I reached my arms up and gripped tightly over the tears. Somehow this did the trick. Before even reaching the ground fully I instinctively let go of the shoestrings and fell through a trapdoor in the floor of the elevator carriage and hit the ground running. Way up high Joshua-Sadiq figured out what I had done and now sounded exasperated....like when you run further ahead of a little brother or sister and they cry because they get left behind. That's what he sounded like. it tugged at me and i kept going....and with a sense of victory and confusion both, I stepped out of the dream into a bleary-eyed Sunday just in time for my laundry booking.
Anybody care to analyse that?
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